[Charles was about three seconds from telling him to put him down before realizing Erik was using the magnetic fields and not dragging him up by the arc reactor and shrapnel in his chest, and he mentally swore at the helmet again, for not being able to just sense the intention.
So he just sighed and rubbed at his temple, grimacing, before turning to leave the art room.]
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So he just sighed and rubbed at his temple, grimacing, before turning to leave the art room.]
I've had better days.